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Chorus A Hunting We Will Go
Selections a Our Students' March
b Sweet Melody Waltz
Mrs. Gene Kimball
Rev. Stead Thornton
Pageant : The Gateway
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Spirit of Wilmington High School
Hand Maiden to Character
(Miss Hortense Wood at the
Selections from Carmen Orchestra
Selection Holy Art Thou Glee Club
Selection Sundown Sextette
Presentation of Diplomas and Medals
Washington and Franklin Medal for excellence in study of
United States History Watson Alexander Glover
Benediction Rev. Arthur A. Simmons
March Selected Mrs. Kimball
MURIEL GEBHARD SYLVIA NEILSON ELOISE PARK
On the ninth of September, 1926, the good
ship "Spirit of '29," the first educational air
cruiser, started its first flight. This, the first
and most wonderful of its kind, was to cruise
around the world of Education, touching at the
ports and spots best adapted to admittance to
the young and tender minds of timid Freshmen.
We had spent eight years in preparation for
this great flight — years in which much play was
indiscreetly but joyfully mixed with little work
on the part of the pupils, and much labor on
the part of our dearly beloved teachers. But
finally the work of preparation was finished and
we were given a ten-week vacation in which to
recuperate for the beginning of the first flight.
On that memorable ninth the Wilmington
High School airport was all excitement. The
take-off was at hand! At 8.15 the great motors
roared and the Spirit of '29 was off ! At first the
flight was rather wobbly, and the first, year it
u ook nil the brains and skill of the teachers to
keep the craft awing. This year was confined
to study, and that inevitable Freshman question
"Shall I get by?" Some were frightened and
quit. Others were not clever enough to make
the grade, but the ship finally came safely to
Another period of ten weeks in which the
plane was refueled, repaired and tested, the
class of '29, aeronautical world tour, boarded
the plane and took off. During this flight the
pupils stopped at more ports, gathered more in-
formation and grew older. It was planned that
we stop at Switzerland and go for a sleigh ride;
bnt differences came up between the students
•md a battle roysd took place. When we finally
landed in Switzerland we found that the heat of
our arguments had melted all the snow, and we
wouldn't go sleigh-riding after all! We managed
o live and yes, even study, after this great dis-
ippointment, and we landed safely at the High
ichool airport with only three or four students
laving succumbed to brain fever.
After the orthodox vacation, which we really
lidn't need and which some indeed did not
/ant, we set off again — Juniors! Only one
hort year and we should he Seniors. Cocks of
the walk! We were all blithe and happy for,
though we knew that we would have to work,
we also knew that we were so wise that we
could use at least half of our time in play.
Immediately we set out on a round of pleas-
ures. We gave a successful costume party in
November; then we took a census of the town;
and although it was not exactly play the know-
ledge that the class would receive real money
for the work was a great pleasure. After that
we put on a stunt for the Library Council
"stunt night" which was very successful. The
last party of the year was a Farewell party
which we gave to the Seniors. We were glad to
see them go because we knew that we would be
taking their places the next year.
After we had recovered 'from the Farewell
party we embarked on the last stage of our tour.
Seniors! Kings of the school! The most digni-
fied, the most wonderful, the brainiest people in
the world! We must uphold our record, our
rpputation. We were now the upperclassmen.
The first part of this, our last flight in the Spirit
of '29, was spent in work. The first social affair
took the shape of a Hallowe'en ball, at which
everyone had a good time and the Seniors made
some more money. The Christmas social was
not such a success, but the class plunged into
the work of the Senior play with unabated en-
thusiasm. The Senior play is usually a financial
success, but this year it was doubly so. And
why not? Look around you and you will see
the people who helped to make it a success!
Watson Glover and Eloise Park in the main
lead, and Muriel Gebhard in the comedy lead.
AH the members of the class worked hard and
long, and the play was a real success.
On Thursday, June 20, 1929, we landed at
the Wilmington Educational airport, our woik
Now we are listening to the last pages of
our history together. Tomorrow we go out—
some to pursue the higher education, others to
bee. me immediately working factors in the
gresU game of life. W^hat will our history be 16
years from now? Where shall we be? What
shall we be doing? Miss Sylvia Neilson will
answer these questions for us.
SYLVIA D. NEILSON
It was on a bright, spring, sunny morning
in 1945 that I returned to my old home town
after 16 years' absence. Naturally T expected
that Wilmington would be a roaring metropolis
with all the noisy characteristics of a modern
city. But I was sadly disappointed.
I was surprised to note, even in the center
of the town, the lack of change since my
departure. No new buildings had been con-
structed ; no improvements had been made on
the former; in fact, several of the structures
which in my day had been the centers of active
trade now stood empty and desolate, mere re-
flections of a better age.
There was a little sign of life in the square
that morning. Idle clerks of the various busi-
ness establishments stopped their drowsy day-
dreaming long enough to scrutinize me closely
as I passed. Evidently a stranger was seldom
seen in Wilmington. But among these sleepy
idlers I recognized none of my classmates, al-
though several of them bore strong resemblance
to other members of the High School.
In front of the post office I met the one
active person in the square. He was a short,
fat man with a black moustache and beard.
He was dressed in a policeman's uniform, and
the lapel of his coat bore the badge ' ' Chief of
of Police." The chief was evidently obsessed
with the idea of his importance. He paced
methodically up and down, peering into each
store as he passed and examining the same
store just as thoroughly as he retraced his
footsteps... As 1 approached he hastened
toward me with as long, deliberate steps as his
short stubby legs would allow him to take.
"Welcome to the town of Wilmington,
stranger," he said in a deep important-sounding
voice. "As chief of the Wilmington Police De-
partment, as a member of the Wilmington Fire
Department, as one of the Selectmen, as a
member of the Wil— "
"Thank you, thank you," I broke in, " but
I am no stranger here. This is my home town.
1 graduated from W. H. S. in 1929. I am here
to look up my classmates."
The chief's face broke into a smile. "Class
of '29 ! Don't you know me?"
I scrutinized him closely but his dark,
bushy beard hid all characteristics that I could
have recognized. He saw that I was puzzled.
"Why, I am Chet Hinxman. Don't you
remember Chester Hinxman?"
"Why, Chet?" I extended my hand,
"Well, do you know who I am?",
"Sure, you're Sylvia Neilson. I'd know
you're nose anywhere."
I felt inclined to slap his face at this crude
remark but resisted the temptation.
"Well, how is the old gang, anyway? I
presume they are well on the way to fame and
Chet coughed. "Well, er— ; that is — ;
well, some are on their way but they haven't
got so far. Suppose I show you around the
town. I guess there won't be any disturbance
around here while I'm gone."
Judging by the graveyard quiet of the place
I thought likewise but was too polite to say so.
" First, we'll go to the garage that used to
be called Bird Hill. One of our old friends is
running that now. ' '
I couldn't for the life of me guess who had
become a garage man but Chester refused to
enlighten me. "You'll see," was all he said.
" Is he doing much business?"
"Well, no, not with men. But women
drivers like to have their cars repaired there."
I Mas surprised when I saw that garage. A
beautiful garden surrounded it; spacious ave-
nues, shady trees and beautiful flowers greeted
the prospective customer. The building itself
was covered with ivy. Surmounting the scene
was a rose-tinted sign
GEBHARD & COMPANY
I was so shocked a baby could have knocked
me over. 1 thought of Muriel as she had been,
a dainty tripping miss ; I thought of her as a
garage woman, probably clad in greasy overalls
and covered with grime and grit. Truth is
stranger than fiction.
We entered the establishment and I en-
countered another shock. Muriel was lounging
on an upholstered divan, clad in a smock of
the finest material, leisurely ordering: "Mr.
James, after you have tightened that nut a little
more securely spray the car with arbutus per-
fume and have it delivered." Then she lan-
guidly turned to Chester and me. She recog-
ognized me immediately, but she was tactful
and didn't explain how.
"How can you make any money in this,
and why did you take it up in the first place ? " I
asked after greetings had been exchanged.
"You remember," she explained, "at the
close of school I didn't know what I wanted to
do for a living. Tt was mere chance that I
entered upon this line of work. My car broke
down one day and, after spending an hour in
the broiling sun, I expressed my feelings rather
— er— freely. It was then that a passing auto-
ist offered to assist me. He listened to my
ejaculations and said 'You'd make a good
garageman.' It struck my fancy, so I took a
course in that business and here I am."
"Did they teach you these methods?" I
inquired, referring to the perfume and lan-
" No, but I had to be different, and I make
money too. I charge high prices and all the
aristocrats in town, especially those on High
street, are only too glad to patronize me. ' '
Just then another car came in and Muriel
had to leave us. Chester and I now traveled
down Church street. "Tell me," I said, "what
some of our classmates are doing. Where is
Watson Glover ! " Chester didn't answer im-
mediately but I noticed that he wiped a tear out
of his eye.
"He isn't ill or dead, is he?" I exclaimed.
"No, no, not so bad as that. He's only in
"In jail! Glover in jail! W hat for?'
"Yes, in jail; down in Woburn ; sentenced
last week to three months. He was arrested
"or not paying alimony to his second wife."
' ' Second wife ! What became of the first
"She committed suicide."
Considering everything I wasn't so very
much surprised but politely pretended I was.
"And what about John Cooke?"
Chester grinned broadly. "John? He's
made a fortune."
' ' Made his fortune ! Heavens [ What did
he do; smash Wall street?"
"No, but he made quite a sensation in
college as a football player and got on all the
front pages of the newspapers. Then the
manufacturers of Listerine offered him $1000 to
say he was cured of dandruff by their product.
Blondex manufacturers gave him $15000 to say
that he used their shampoo, and some perma-
nent wavers offered him a large sum to declare
he had secured a permanent at their establish-
1 laughed. Unexpected results had cer-
tainly come from my classmates.
"Where is Alfred Woodman?"
"Here's Woodman, now." was the reply.
I saw, father down Church sireet, a slow
moving, deliberate gentleman, dressed in dark,
conservative clothes. He nodded a greeting to
Chester as we passed, and absent-mindedly
went on. Evidently his thoughts were far
"What's he doing for a living?" said I,
gazing at the absent-minded pedestrian.
"He is a minister."
" Is he a good preacher?"
"They say he preaches very eloquently."
"They say! Don't you know?"
"Well, to tell the truth, I went only once
and then I fell asleep."
At this time a huge, lumbering truck
rumbled by us. Painted in large letters was
this sign :
C. BLAISDELL & COMPANY
COAL, WOOD AND ICE
"So that's what Closson is doing," I re-
marked. " Who is the '& Company?' "
"Well, I don't know unless it is his wife.
He married an out of town girl, you know — a
" Does she help in in his business?"
" Yes, she takes care of his money for him."
' ' How thoughtful of her, but it is probably
necessary or he'd lose it all playing poker."
On the outside of one of the dwelling
houses part way down Church street I noticed
BEAUTY PARLOR. E. PARK, MANAGER
"Let's go in and see Eloise," I suggested.
Eloise was in her element. Mirrors were
all around her. Powder, paint, beauty clay
and massage creams were in great abundance.
Evidently she felt quite at home. She was
occupied in applying beauty clay to a middle-
aged woman when we entered. The features
of the victim were strongly familiar but I
couldn't place her for the moment. In the
course of time, however, the clay was removed
and the re-beautified countenance of Olive
Surrette appeared. Eloise, I could see, was
expert in her art. But as I reflected how even
in the olden days she could deftly apply aids to
heauty, I saw that her career was the natural
outcome of her habits and taste.
Eloise greeted me warmly at the close of
her task, but Olive was so embarrassed at my
finding her in this awkward position that she
stalked away without looking at me.
Soon afterward my guide and I approached
the common and the chief object of my visit,
the High School. "You'll be surprised," said
Chester to me, "how little the school has
changed. Mr. Hood is still the principal and a
good number of our classmates are members of
" Then our teachers have better positions
"No, they are married," blankly stated
Old Wilmington i I igh School was just the
same. The size of the building hadn't in-
creased, neither had the number of pupils.
As we entered the building we were greeted
by a dignified white-haired principal who little
resembled the Mr. Hood of my recollection.
His shoulders were stooped and his face was
seared with lines of worry. Time had taken its
toll. "Would you like to have me show you
around the building?" kindly offered ^lr. Hood.
I refused with thanks, lor I wished to
explore without being unduly noticed. Chester
grasped the opportunity and left.
It was Thursday, and the irregular periods
still held their sway. Supervized studies,
Alpha periods, Glee club, drawing were still
the dragons of school life. Pupils figeted and
teachers chafed under the rule of tiring Thurs-
Many familiar faces greeted me in Wil-
mington High School. There was the drawing
teacher, a tall, thin individual with a long nose
— Marie Lundborg, popular among the pupils
for her lack of discipline. Rumor has it that
Marie had remained a spinster on account of a
disappointed love affair.
There was Muriel Marfleet, head of the
commercial department, still dazing everyone
by her exploits on the typewriter. Muriel was
a widow and had resumed her maiden name.
Her husband has suffered fatal injuries in a
Harvard Frosh rush.
There was Celia Cominsky, instructor in
music and director of the High School orches-
tra. Glee club still retained its old time favor
Down stairs in the kitchen, supplying
lunches to the school children, w r ere Helen
Butters and Mary Carter, grown fat with ex-
cessive eating but still popular in spite of their
cooking. They offered me some celery soup
but I wasn't hungry enough to venture the risk.
I did feel safe though in purchasing a standard
make of candy. It was while I was compla-
cently gnawing on this molasses bar that we
heard a timid knock at the door. After some
hesitancy in walked the two most disreputable,
slovenly, shagged, ragged, haggard beggars
that I had ever seen. Each asked w T hiningly
for a hot dog. I was more than upset to recog-
nize in this terrible plight, two of my former
classmates, John Wilson and Robert Hefler.
Upon interview they refused to explain the
cause of their condition but by process of deduc-
tion I judged it to be wine, women and song.
As we left the kitchen and went upstairs
whom should I spy, dressed in the regalia of a
janitor sweeping the corridors, but Lowell
Laffin. He was such a friendly old soul that I
conversed with him quite some time.
"Why hasn't Wilmington increased in
size?" was one of the first questions I asked
"Well, you see," drawled Laffin, biting his
fingers between each word, "young folks don't
like to attend this High School, so old people
won't move here."
I was indignant. "Why not? What's the
matter with this High School?'' I exclaimed.
"There isn't a better one in this Union."
"Well, it isn't that, but they don't like the
ban on whistling that Mr. Hood has established."
I understood and sympathized. But what
could be done? Just then Mr. Hood walked
slowly down the corridor I could not help
noticing how weary and old he appeared, poor
dear! He seemed on the verge of a mental
collapse. Something was surely worrying him
to the point of insanity.
"What ails him, Lowell?" I inquired as
the ghostlike creature passed by.
"It's the A. A. debt that's worrying him."
"0, is that all! How much is the debt?"
"Ninety-nine cents and nine-tenths of a
mill." I was informed.
' ' I'll strike a bargain with him ; Mr. Hood ! "
"Yes, Madam," meekly answered my
former mathematics instructor.
Mr. Hood shivered with the intensity of
his hope. "Yes, yes," he murmured eagerly.
"I'll make out a check for the required
amount if you will repeal this ban on whistling. "
"The puritanical conscience of the princi-
pal objected to the selling of his will for any
price. Finally, after wiping the tears out of
his eyes and blowing his nose vigorously several
times, he yielded. "It's the only alternative I
have;" he said sadly.
I wrote out the check.
"But where did you get the money?" he
suddenly asked, for privately he had always
doubted my ability to hold on to a nickel.
"0," I nonchalantly replied, " I put Sousa
out of business with my harmonica."
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We're gathered at the gateway;
We linger here awhile;
Before us bright hope beckons,
Behind, fond mem'ries smile.
For four long years she's led us
Along our winding way,
Until we gain the portal
Of our Commencement Day.
Dear Alma Mater leads us
As far as life's threshold,
And there she fondly bids us:
"Tislife! Go forth! Behold
No longer, Alma Mater,
Have we thy guiding hand.
We are about to travel
A strange and unknown land.
But though we may be scattered
Our hearts as one shall be.
We love thee, Alma Mater,
Farewell, farewell, to thee!
Last Will and Testament of the
Class of 1929
WATSON A. GLOVER
We, the Class of 1929 of the Wilmirgton
High School, feeling our approaching death, do
now take up our pen to apportion our worldly
goods. We bequeath without reservation the
To the Juniors, our desks in room 101, in-
cluding all engravings, caricatures and hiero-
glyphics inscribed thereon.
To the Sophomores, one can of ointment
which is highly recommended for swelled heads.
To the Freshmen we leave the sum of five
cents (unrestricted) to start them on the road
to financial independence.
Now to the various members ©f the Senior
To Closson Blaisdsll, who hopes to sell ice
in Wilmington, one special ledger which he will
certainly need for bad debts.
To Helen Butters, who can never be induced
to speak audibly in class, this piece of sheet
music, the words of which she is to sing every
day to develop her vocal cords.
To Mary Carter we bequeath this pair of
stilts to enable her to see over her prospective
employer' desk when she applies for a job.
To Celia Cominsky. who finds it hard to
keep a straight face, one brass tack to place in
her shoe to give her pomething to worry about.
To John Cooke, a Lorn business man who
could go out with a jackknife and come back
wi l h an automobile, one copy of tbe Bible to
help him remember the Golden Rule when he
reaches that stale of ecstac} which becomes a
To Muriel Gebhard, who has an incurable
habit of primping, we bequeath this bottle of
glue to be applied generously to the back of her
pretty head to keep her hair in place so that she
can be nonchalant in the presence of her
To Robert Hefler, champion bowler of the
Senior Class, this seeond-haad pin with the com-
pliments of the Wilmington Bowling alleys.
To Cheater Hinxman, who hopes some day
to fly the air mail (between Wilmington and
Reading) we leave this resemblanoe of Lindberg
to paste upon the dash of his cockpit. He is to
gaze upon said resemblance to keep his courage,
loyalty, dauntless spirit, or what have you,when
he is overtaken by a brainstorm while flying
over Wilmington High School.
To Marie Lundborg, one can of paint to
start her on her career as an artist in the adver-
tising department of General Motors.
To Muriel Marneet, hy-speed typist, one
can of 3-in-l oil, the best insurance in the world
against sticky keys and overheated bearings.
To Sylvia Neilson, who hopes to become
the first woman president of the United States,
a letter of introduction to Mabel Walker Wille-
brandt, who will probably start her as a
To Lowell I.affin we bequeath this club with
which we hope he will have better luck collect-
ing his future bills than he had while president
of the Athletic Association.
To Kloise Park, who wants to be a nurse,
one tube of smelling salts which she may find
helpful when she is attending a case of love
To Olive Surrette, who some day hopes to
be a big help to her boss, we bequeath this note
book to record her offers of positions, which we
are sure will be many.
To John Wilson, who also hopes to become
an aviator, we bequeath this model airplane so
that he may understand why an airplane flies.
To Alfred Woodman, authority on parts of
speech and flat tires, we leave one copy of
W oolly for reference.
Now, our worldly goods being duly divided,
we set our hand and seal to this last W r ill and
Testament, the twenty-fourth day of June, in
the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred
Blaisdell, Closson Kent
Year 4 Baseball; manager of team
4 Assistant manager of Alpha.
Marfleet, Muriel Louisa
2, 3, 4 Girls' basketball team.
3, 4 Member of Library Council
2 South Reporter for Alpha.
Carter, Mary Eleanor
2, 3 East reporter for Alpha.
3, 4 Member of Library Council
Neilson, Sylvia Dorothy
2, 3 President of Class.
2, 3, 4 Basketball.
2, 3, 4 Silver Lake reporter, As-
sistant Editor and Editor of
2, 3, 4 Member Library Council.
4 Vice President Library Council
4 Vice President of Class.
4 Treasurer of A. A.
4 Manager Girls' basketball team
4 Class Prophet.
2, 3, 4 Girls' basketball.
Hinxman, Chester Eugene
1, 2, 4 Member of Orchestra.
4 Football; track.
4 Sports Editor of Alpha.
4 Member of Library Council.
4 Vice President Science Club.
4 Class Historian.
Wilson, John Milner
4 Circulation manager of Alpha.
Butters, Helen Natalie
1 Club reporter for Alpha.
] Vice President of Class.
Cooke, John Denbow
1, 2, 3, 4 Orchestra member.
3, 4 Football.
Gebhard, Muriel Anne
2, 3, 4 North reporter; Club re-
porter; Editor of Alpha.
2, 3, 4 Secretary of Class.
2, 3, 4 Member Library Council.
2 Secretary of Library Council.
4 President of Library Council.
4 Secretary of A. A.
Glover, Watson Alexander
2, 3, 4 Football.
3, 4 Track.
3, 4 Exchange Editor and Spec-
ial reporter for Alpha.
4 Captain of football team.
4 Member of Library Council.
4 President of Class.
4 President of Science Club.
4 Class Will.
Surrette, Olive Mary
1 Center reporter for Alpha.
Park, Eloise Alfreda
3, 4 Club reporter and Special
reporter for Alpha.
4 Treasurer of Class.
4 Member of Library Council.
1, 2, 3, 4 Member of Orchestra.
4 Library Council.
Hefler, Robert Cecil
2, 4 Football.
3, 4 Basketball.
3 Vice President of Class,
4 Manager of basketball team.
Laffin, Lowell Ellis
3, 4 Assistant Manager and Man-
ager of Alpha.
3, 4 Member of Library Council
4 President of A. A.
4 Manager football team; track.
Woodman, Alfred Henry
Those Advertising Slogans
For Economical Transportation
Sam Frolio's bike
Hasn't Scratched Yet Mr. Hood
Give Me the Facts Miss Marland
The Skin You Love to Toueh
Chases Dirt Mr. Perry
Picture Ahead Miss Marcus
A Little Goes a Long Way
How I Learned to be a Musician in
23 lessons Mrs. Kimball
How I lost 53 pounds Miss Hubbard
The Eternal Woman Mrs. Alexander
Be Sure It's Wrigley's Miss Swain
Better than Mustard Plaster
Quality, not Quantity Miss Hindenlang
Put It Together with Screws
Mild as May Eighth Graders
Delicious and Refreshing
Not a Brain in a Carload Junior Class
What a Difference a Few Cents
Make A. A.
Beautiful Members of the Younger
What their Names Mean
O. M. Surrette Oh, My Soul!
H. N. Butters
M. L. Lundborg
S. D. Neilson
E. A. Park
R. C. Hefler
J. M. Wilson
C. K. Blaisdell
J. D. Cooke
W. A. Glover
L. E. Laffin
A. H. Woodman
C. E. Hinxman
M. A. Gebhard
M. E. Carter
M. L. Marfleet
Huh! No Boys?
My Little Lady
So Darn Nutty
Ever At Primping
Ripping Crashing Hero
Just My Weakness
Can't Keep Busy
Just Don't Care
Win All Girls
Let Everyone Love
A Holy Wonder
Can Endure Hugs
Men Are Grand
My Little Man
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The committees in charge of the various
functions connected with graduation are :
Invitation committee. Muriel Gebhard,
chairman; Marie Lundborg, Olive Surrette.
Committee in charge of Commencement
number of the Alpha. Sylvia Neilson, chair-
man; Marie Lundborg, Chester Hinxman.
Committee to choose class motto and flower,
Eloise Park, chairman ; Celia Cominsky, Alfred
Committee in charge of banquet. Alfred
Woodman, chairman; Muriel Marfleet, John
Cooke and Eloise Park.
Committee to confer with the faculty to
choose a suitable class gift. Sylvia Neilson,
chairman; Olive Surrette and Chester Hinx-
Reception committee. Olive Surrette, chair-
man; Celia Cominsky, Eloise Park, Chester
Hinxman, John Cooke.
Pageant committee. Eloise Park, chair-
man; Muriel Gebhard, Celia Cominsky, Mary
Carter, Chester Hinxman, John Cooke.
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OIL-O-MATIC and SUPER-HE ATO^ OIL BUSNB.IS
The New Lynn Range Burner
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F. H. PLIMPTON N0r.l1 Wilmington
'!'.•'. Wl 350
GUILFORD M. PALMER
PLUMBING 4 HEATING
Stove and Furnace Work
Jobbing promptly attended to
Jones Ave., Wilmington Tel. 237
Oldest and most reliable taxi
service in town. Five-, six-
and seven-passenger cars. .
Call Wil. 37-2
Main Street Wilmington Square
Cars for all occasions
L, S. HEMEON
Gasoline Oils Accessories
Main Street, Wilmington Square
WALTER G. BUCKLE
Insurance of every Description
Church Street, Wilmington
Automobile Repair an<
See Charles Hunt first
Batteries made to order
Charged, Called for and Delivered
All work guaranteed
C. D. REILLY Tel 177
Fresh Fruits, Vegetables
Orders taken and delivered
"Service" is our Motto
Roger Buck, Manager
Tel. Wil. 168
FRED A. LOWELL
*1 ■■» — ^
On the highway
You are on the highway to success when you have
an account with this Bank to which you are regularly
adding* If you have not made your first deposit —
41 per cent interest paid on Savings accounts
Capital, surplus and undivided profits over $215,000
The First National Bank of Reading
SPECIAL PASSENGER COACHES
FOR PARTY WORK
Parties accommodated any time anywhere
MASON'S COACH SERVICE
Tel. North Reading 22
For a Demonstration of the new
Ernest H Crispq Hopkins St.
JAMES F. O'NEIL
PLUMBING and HEATING
Jobbing promptly attended to
EDGERLY & BESSOM
We serve any where, both in or out of town
Funeral Home, 203-205 Main Street, Reading
Telephone 0105 Reading